I also tumblr now

For some reason I have made myself a Tumblr blog. This doesn’t mean that I will abandon my WordPress blog. I’m going to blog on both simultaneously. Sometimes almost same, same but different. But my tumbler blog will have a slightly different approach, fewer words, more just photos.

There will be a lot of time jumping in the beginning while catching up time since my photography revival started earlier this year. Slightly different set ups from how presented here, and probably more solitaire photos in between.

A kind of in between Instagram and WordPress. I think… I don’t know. Actually not at all.

It all began some days ago all of a sudden while walking my camera, following the invisible rabbit.

So here we are.

So, if you are curious and want to revive some of my earlier photography from time to time, mixed with new shots, presented in a more minimalistic way – follow the invisible rabbit.

https://streamstone66.tumblr.com/

 

Who knows. I may like doing it on Tumblr so much that I convert permanently for good in the future. So far I like it more than expected.

Don’t be afraid of the Selfie

Whenever you feel for it, make a selfie. But I think it’s a quite good idea to think, if you tend to do it very often. Not at least take a look back in time and make some thinking about what you see – except yourself.

Making selfies doesn’t mean that you need to share every one you make. You can save them for a rainy day ten years later.

Do you make selfies because you love yourself? Probably, why else would you make selfies. But what do you love about yourself? Love can come in many shapes.

It can belong to a moment of lust for life.

Selfies are images of your mind. Unaware of that you probably are the only one who can see you feel it.

Just a selfie on the surface of the sun. We need the sun. It makes the moon shine at night.

There are some features in the camera I have never used, like double exposure. Dynamic Tone, Partial colour, Miniature, Toy Camera and some other filters.

I was bored and asked myself – do you wanna have som stupid fun? Stretch your arms and shoot your selfie.

Some people hate selfies. Don’t bother their pain. I think selfies are good for you. It’s like talking to yourself, or having arguing monologues with yourself.

Selfies can be negative and selfies can be positive. Just like opposites of life. Selfies can make your world shrink or expand. Just like your lungs.

But either can exist without the other. To much of either creates dysfunction, more or less, sooner or later. Just like to much sugar or too little rain. Everything moves in cycles back and forth between the edges of the extremes. Trying to find the perfect balance – the dance of life.

Sometimes it happens that the balance fails and the dance gets fucked up and stuck at the edge. But life is self balancing by nature creating new ways of how to move.

Life wants to be free. Life like to change. Follow your life. Release your soul.

What I try to say – be aware of your selfietime and don’t take it too seriously. Use it wisely and foolish like a playful child. Dare to challenge yourself and make your flaws shine through.

Don’t make selfies to please others. Make selfies to please yourself. Nobody is probably interested in your selfies anyway.

So why do we care to share our selfies? Because that’s the point with selfies. We don’t care, we just want to share. Not need.

Time to inhale and blow your mind.

Fu*k this was a stupid post. But it was fun and satisfying making it for no other reason than just doing it. This is hardcore therapy.

And remember – Life is too important to be taken seriously (Oscar Wilde).

And if you don’t remember, selfies can be a nice document of your face when you were young(er).

Grow up man, buy yourself a hat! It didn’t work. So I bought a hat.

Riding the Ghost

Sometimes I wonder more than yesterday. Sometimes less and sometimes I don’t care.

Having doubts in myself and what I do is a common ghost. I’m so used to this company that I have become to believe in ghosts.

This ghost is like an invisible empty hole in the air. You can’t see it but you can feel the presence of it.

Luckily I have learned through time that this ghost is trapped inside a mirror and can never be real or do something you wouldn’t. As long as you don’t.

Never shake hand with ghosts. They’re fake news.

It will never be any better than you make it

It’s the most simple truth and fact. Boring is about nothing but making it so. Not the most fun may be true, but it will definitely never ever be more fun than you make it. Strangely it’s very easy to make it worse.

Where does happiness comes from?

All you need is to be aware and accept the rules of life and how life affects you. And how your own attitude to life affects yourself and your surrounding.

What goes around comes around.

Curiosity never killed the cat. It made it experienced and stronger. Failure is for pessimists. Optimists see it as a challenge to make it better. Boredom is for pessimists. Optimists see it as time to be mindful.

Either we find a solution, or we make a solution.

We need to be curious of what will happen next and what will happen if we do this or that. We need to love what we do, and not just do what we love.

We need to create our life.

My guardian angel in life is made of sarcasm, the good in the bad, mysteries, loads of cheap humour and inexhaustible curiosity. I like to cope to infiltrate the ordinary and make it mine.

Make my day

I’m bored from time to time, just like everybody else. I’m not immune to boredom. And I’m often restless. You won’t need what you don’t have to create and make things better than worse.

Don’t play dead to ignore life.

Backstage

I felt a bit anti social today. No attraction what so ever to hit the big rivers of bodies. And oh my so many there was of them out there today. Crazy

I already knew when I got onto the bus that I probably wouldn’t do my ordinary walkabout today. My intuition told me so. I made a try at the end of the trip and got fucked up in my head almost immediately. Sorry, but you fit better at distance in my world today.

I went backstage instead. Walked along the roads and pathways between the buildings in other directions. Places where I probably once in a lifetime have been before but don’t remember.

I used to live and be here and around occasionally once upon a time. A strange mixed feeling. But I think I kind of like it better now when I have distance to the crazy chaos of happiness, melancholy and depression back in the eighties. Today those memories of my life feels unreal, more like a strange movie.

Good and bad side by side instantly, live fast and die young – life is a crazy party and then you die. My future was no further away then the next second.

But I don’t regret a second. Not even things I regret and could have done different. After all, everything happens for a reason – the making of who you are.

I really enjoyed my walk in silence today. Watching people at distance, like a shadow of my past, a nostalgic ghost in the sunlight of the future.

So simple, yet so powerful way to achieve satisfaction. Just walking around with my camera catching moments of life through my mood of mind. No expectations whatsoever, no searching, no waiting, just feel and snap a shot along my way whenever my intuition told me to.

But along my way I eventually happened to walk upon one and later on a second person I wanted to make a street portrait of. They just was there in my way to be made.

The highlight of the day was probably my ego floating above my body and this woman who really liked being photographed and began to pose for me. Unfortunately I’m not very comfortable in this game play. I could probably go on shooting loads. She seemed to have no problems letting me do it. But I just made some few.

A lovely day backstage. For sure something I’ll do more of in the future. It felt so much more giving than bathing in the crowds collecting people on my memory card.

Addicted

I can’t stop making photos. It’s itching inside my head constantly. Sometimes I scratch myself with making photography just to get rid of the itch. I see poetry and art everywhere wherever I am.

The world have definitely changed a lot since I reloaded my life with a camera again. I see the world in two ways at the same time now – the ordinary, and the extraordinary. I really love my new world, it makes it more of everything.

And I need to make photos of this world. No matter how insignificant it may look for others. That’s not my problem if others don’t see and feel what I do. I live here and make photos of it. That’s it.

And when I’m not making photos with my Fuji X100T or iPhone7, I post process my photography with Snapseed on my iPad. Which is just as exciting and fun as shooting.

Sometimes it’s in this digital darkroom the real magic occurs. Where you see and develop the secrets hidden in the ordinary boring daylight. Or more likely – what you saw and see, feel and felt inside and beyond the daily common granted grey.

Photography is full of possibilities.

 

Soul

I like to look around where I live for things to make photography. To walk or take the bicycle and randomly go wherever I feel to and explore. You always find something to shoot and having fun with back home when post processing what you’ve got.

Thats two in one for free. Travel and exploring inside out.

Exploring your local area where you live can if you want to, be more interesting than you think. But if you expect awesome moments and exotic scenery you will probably be disappointed. At least if you live in a smaller place where everything is more or less average.

But if you were a visitor from another place you would probably think it was a little more exciting. Maybe not fancy, but different enough to catch your curiosity. As soon things around you becomes different it suddenly gets a lot more exciting to explore and look around.

Pretending to be a tourist in your own hometown is an excellent way to widen the same old shit into more than the same old shit that you almost have made invisible.

Next step is even more exciting. Pretending to be an adventure tourist and go to places you normally never or rarely visit. Then, take it to the next level – pretend to be someone else. Someone from another culture for whom everything is new and exotic.

I remember once when I used to work in a big restaurant and when I got bored. I started to pretend that I was on a huge spaceship in deep space. Half of the crew and guests were either humans or aliens from different worlds that came to eat. This actually worked very well to withstand the more heavy levels of boredom. Totally crazy stupid but better than digging holes.

All to often we tend to shrink our daily life we live in. Moving in the same patterns day after day. Not strange that things easily becomes like same shit as yesterday. After a while you will not see the trees for all the trees.

After a while the soul in things decay and make you feel dissatisfied. You are the killer and the world around you is the victim. You want to escape and search for satisfaction in expensive travels and consumption. If you get stuck in lack of possibilities you may fade to grey or get struck by destructive anger.

But the soul never was in the things you killed. They were a reflection of yourself.

 

The enemy of good

… is someone of yourself who think too much about you.

It happens to me all the time.

I really love my Fuji X100T. But honestly – this camera is much better than I need it to be. At the same time, ok… It’s nice to have a camera that is capable of more than you need. It gives you more space to play with possibilities.

The problem is not owning a camera that is better and more expensive than you need. The problem is your mindset. It’s way too easy to get caught in some kind of imaginary pro mode. Affected by an enforced feeling to level up the whole process to make things as perfect as possible.

The better the circumstances are, the more and better we want and the more distracted by flaws we get.

What is perfect? What makes one thing more perfect than another? And for whom?

Nowadays digital cameras generally produce image quality that is so close to perfect that it needs to be imperfect to feel alive.

The more you stare the more you dissect and get distracted by technical details. Obsessed with making Frankensteins monsters and forget the importance of soul. It looks well made technically, but the soul is dissected and disconnected.

It’s awful simple to get stuck in the hunt for technical perfection and almost feel guilty of a crime if you don’t make use of the maximum possible advantage that your hard and software is capable of to perform, and catch this perfection. Afraid of failure.

The technical maximum high quality preservation of the original information that the camera or the editing tool you are using are capable of. Is not the same as the quality within the photography itself.

But I have to admit. I often find myself being way to careful with my photos during the post process. I would actually like to challenge my thoughts about perfectly good enough more often than I do and screw things up a little more.

Alien drive

I think one major problem here is your imaginary thoughts of what other people think about your photography when you make them. – You have a superior camera and high end photo editor software, and this is what you get?

And that we compare ourselves with others too much.

I think we all to often deal with too much worries and doubts about what we are doing.

This is a ghost. Don’t try to please others – find out what pleases you to pleas others. If other people happens to like what you’re doing, then you have found a nice roadmap how to both express and attract. But don’t expect it.

Never give up. Do what you feel is you and continue to deliver, explore and develop your way.

This is a self exploring therapy journey we need to go through and accept if we want to do what we like and like what we do. A travel we do until we die. In one in another way.

A nice workaround to deal with this anxiety is to be more rough when shooting and make more experimental photography. Not purposely shitty photos, but with the same mindset just to make you less serious. Lower your guard and let the child in you enter the scene.

Don’t get stuck in feelings of lack of nice conditions. Make it a reason to conquer the conditions. Try to create fascination out of the ordinary, almost boring.

Don’t get stuck in boring results out of your camera. Make it a reason to find something. Your soul, not according to what you think other people think. The soul is everywhere but looks and feels different for everyone.

Many of those photos will probably give you a lot more fun while post precessing them than the more regular and better shots. This is a nice way to explore possibilities and develop personality in your photography. With photos like this you will be less careful and willing to experiment more without distraction of any level of technical quality. This is pure mood mode. This will crossbreed your attitude towards your photography. And make you more laid back.

Finding the beauty and the drama in the seemingly daily grey and boring around the corner is a satisfying challenge to aim at. To create something out of barely nothing where you are with what you have.

One of the best cameras to use for assignments like this is probably your smartphone (the majority of the photos in this post is made with an iPhone7 and post processed with Snapseed). For some reason we lower our guard when shooting with our smartphones, just snap and don’t think too much more than just catching the moment.

If you ever made photos as a kid, try to imagine and revive to be there again. Otherwise, just try to imagine and revive the uncomplicated conditions needed to make fun.

After I bought my Fuji X100T I rarely used my iPhone as camera any longer. Thats sad. So I decided to make use of it more often again. Much just because it’s effect on my mindset. It’s just so ridiculous easy to just shoot it. And you don’t care so much.

You have probably heard of the mantra cliche that the best camera is the one you have with you. That’s true. Any camera is best, the one you choose to almost always have at hand, not which brand or model.

When I bought my Fuji camera I decided to start bring it with me as often as possible just to make it an automatic behaviour. But soon I found that this was wrong choice. I was thinking too much photography for the sake of making photography.

It isn’t the need of your best camera at hand that is important. It is the most simple and easy mindset that triggers and make you shoot whenever whatever and develop your intuitive photographic behaviour.

If you want to explore and develop you intuitive photographic behaviour. I think you really need those moments in the making of photography when you care less and make the process almost unnoticeable simple. Just like breathing.

I’m quite sure that using your smartphone as camera more often makes you a more personal and better photographer. And not being so loyal to hi-tech quality regardless of what you use.

Moods

I have no feelings for humans, lately. Not together anyway. I can feel it through my camera. They can bee there but it’s not them. Still I want them to be there, somewhere.

I’m walking in my footsteps. See things more as I used to do. At the edge of silent satisfaction on the border of melancholy. Don’t worry I’m happy. I actually like this mode.

It makes you aware of that you have feelings that needs attention. It usually happen when I don’t know what I want. So I just do. Because I know that it is the distance between me and my soul I feel and that we need to calibrate the rhythm of life.

This mood have always been a particular close relationship with deep impact on me when into photography. I really don’t know why or how. I assume it happens because that when I make photography I’m more aware about myself and the life around me than anything else is capable of.

It makes me feel everything, and it makes me feel everywhere. Pretty much the same as lost.

When I was in my teens I used to have hard times through those feelings. Like I was lost in a world of found. Where was I supposed to be? The famous meaning of life.

I’m still connected to my old deep space. Sometimes I go unplugged and pretend that I belong to the happy happy people at their frequency. But I’m not one of them.

Either am I the dark minded one. I used to be, still like the shadow that dwells in our subconscious mind. But the demons are now converted into stoic angels. I won that fight with a laugh and creativity. Luckily I have always been driven to the need of creating and have a sick sense of humour.

I have learned to play with my feelings. I have learned how to be in two different moods at the same time. I always see the good in the bad and the bad in the good. But never lower your guard, there are unpredictable feelings everywhere.

 

Killing Time

Dear friend

Why kill time (when you kan kill yourself) – is the title of a song by Cabaret Voltair, from the early eighties.

Heaven and hell is just a touch away.

Two seconds of boring is all that’s needed to grab our mobile, tablet or flip up the screen of our laptop to anaesthetize ourselves.

I’m definitely not better than anybody else in how I behave when I feel bored, or as mostly often, not really bored – more unmotivated to do something. And get bored of don’t having energy to do something. I fight this feeling and cheap blindfolded solution several times every day.

Internet is easy, you can find anything to entertain you with instantly to kill the time with, and quickly find something else as soon you get bored again – in eternity, until you eventually faint.

But what do you get in return worth the time you have killed. I could easily say, not much, almost nothing, but killing time. Like a temporarily suicide caused by information drug addicted overdose.

Are we more happy now than before the internet? Probably not. Do we know more? Maybe some, at the price of more than ever seems to have huge problems with the truth and facts.

Internet and social media is actually a wonderful access to knowledge, boundless connections, discoveries and simplifies a lot of practical things. So don’t get me wrong. Internet is a fantastic resource.

But life is still just as complex and demanding to live as it always have been through the evolution. Life isn’t just a click away. And that’s the problem. We just eat what we get without hesitation. We don’t live in a time of information, we live in a time of information overload. And we have big problem to shut down the system when we need it as most.

Life is slow. Internet is life on speed, morphine and ecstasy. And we want more, gladly even faster. The need of being productive and work effectively (implicitly meant faster) speeds up things even faster and he who have been fastest and have most things when he dies, wins.

Back in reality the feeling of slow and empty makes us bored, nothing happens, not quick enough. Things needed to be done are annoying and in our way for better entertainment. So we either try to ignore it, or doing it as fast as possible to win time.

Real life is full of undone possibilities. The problem is that they need to be done. Internet is served. Real life is a DIY project.

Internet should be a complement to life, not a surrogate.

Next time you get bored, of any reason, and don’t want to do anything. Try to do really nothing. That makes meditation.

Boring is seldom actually boredom. It’s just the anxiety feeling of silence that have become an unknown shadow of yourself that haunts you. Scared of one of the most precious moments in life – silence. Just waiting to be decoded and fulfil you with a deeper meaning of life. And we do the best we can to kill it as soon it appears.

Do you dare to be alone with yourself and nothing in between? That’s close. And even harder than you may think. You will know and feel the presence when it occurs.

Another solution of the problem is to create more to avoid those passive time killing passages of life. But even then we need to learn to deal and take advantage of the sound of silence from time to time. But it’s actually possible to do both at the same time, moving like a wave.